[Look, he would have noticed once it got long enough to like...obscure his vision. (Then again he manages alright with his titan's longish hair so maybe he wouldn't.)
A few seconds pass with nothing but the wind howling and the sandstorm battering at the windows. He pulls his hand through his apparently overlong hair, pushing it back from his face and shaking the remnants of the sand from it.
And instead of hackling, posturing, bristling, (you're not my mother, Mikasa)—]
sometimes...he's cute...
A few seconds pass with nothing but the wind howling and the sandstorm battering at the windows. He pulls his hand through his apparently overlong hair, pushing it back from his face and shaking the remnants of the sand from it.
And instead of hackling, posturing, bristling, (you're not my mother, Mikasa)—]
Okay.